Mar 24
ʏᴏᴜʀ ʙᴏᴅʏ ɪꜱ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄʜᴜʀᴄʜ ᴡʜᴇʀᴇ ɴᴀᴛᴜʀᴇ ᴀꜱᴋꜱ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ ʀᴇᴠᴇʀᴇɴᴄᴇᴅ
Six months or so have passed since the first time he dragged a tired, concussed Johnny back to his flat and accidentally began this routine, like the steps of a dance they never intended to start. Now it's a finely tuned operation, entrenched into their muscle memory just as much as weapon maintenance and it goes something like this; most often, Ghost drives while Johnny dozes in the passenger seat, head resting on cold glass, unaware that his Lieutenant watches for the gentle fog of his breaths against the window at every red light…{continue)
written with @pervpark | art comm’d from @/yooo-lets-go
